Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up to the studio
Ya know what I'm sayin'? An' brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup that brother Chuckie D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows nice"
Ya what I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You turn him into a Enemy, man

Now remember line you was kickin' to me
On the way out to L.A.
we was in the car, on our way to the Shot
Well yo, right now, the bass for them brothers
An' let them know what goes on, what on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
Another shot down from the mouth that roared
1, 2, 3, for the count
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no

Cold rap, 49er supreme
Is what I choose an' I use, I lose to a team
'Cause I can go solo, like a bolo
Make the fly wanna have my photo

Run in their room and hang it on the
In that I rocked them all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You can't rock the kid, so go cut the

Take application of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, 110
So start bassin', I'll start placin'
Bets on that? be disgracin'

You an' your mind from a beatin' my rhymes
A time for a crime that I find
I'll show you my gun, my Uzi a ton
Because I'm Public number one

One, one, one
One, one, one, one

You got no rap but you to battle
It's like havin' a boat but you got no
'Cause I pause, I say it because
I don't break in stores but I all laws

Written sittin', all fittin', not bitten
me the juice that your not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock sayer

I'm the rhyme player, the layer
A battle, what? Here's a Bible, start prayer
This word to the wise is
If they ask you what happened, admit you lied

You got caught a for goin' out of order
An' now you're football teams their water
You messed with the master, word to
An' I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got

You just got dissed, all but
Sucker duck MCs, you get me
It's no fun on the run
they got me, Public Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, you know?
I got a posse of a force to me up
Watch out, we got the match
Ambush attack, on my back, double teamin', get

So we have us, so you're
hear it again? We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit
Ain't it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ

Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that us groom
To all the ladies swoon
But it's also the words from our direction, a boy session
Kickin' like Bruce Chinese connection

On stereo, ever mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm about vinyl
said, "Stop, freeze", I got froze up
Because I'm Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

For all you suckers, liars and amplifiers
crossed up wires are always startin' fires
You grown up criers, now here's a of pliers
Get a job like mother, I heard she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, your fixes tires
You try to ya equipment but you get no buyers
It's you they never hire, never on flyers
'Cause you an' your is only known as good triers

as the poetic, political, lyrical son
I'm Public Enemy one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Yeah, that's right, Chuck, man, that's you gotta do
You gotta tell just like that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
yo, man, let me tell you a little somethin', man
These brothers runnin' around, hard

They get a little jealous, ya know what I'm
Just like that, ya know, try to bring you down with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you let 'em know
Who's who in the world of

You gotta let 'em know this is the 80's
An' we can get all the
An' in the backyard we got a fly
An' the way the story goes
That's the way the story goes